by Tina Maurine
“Noah?”
He turned expectantly, looking at me and waited.
“I feel terrible for calling you all of those names and for telling you that your dream of a family with Vi and Suri was bullshit. It’s not up to me to decide if it is or was… it’s none of my business. And…,” I gave pause because, although I felt bad, saying I felt sorry wasn’t entirely true. However, the small part of me that wanted a reconciliation continued, “I’m sorry for saying I wish we’d never met.” I choked on the words a bit. I actually hated saying I was sorry, but there it was. Mostly though, I hated that I’d let it get so out of hand that I felt like I had to say something today to make things right—because, well, damn it—it was his fault as much as mine. Fuck, more so.
Noah hadn’t said anything yet, but the expression on his face combined with the fact that his touch was sure, steady, and comforting… said a lot. It said he wasn’t an asshole when he was mad. It said that he put his feelings after mine because what mattered to him right now was letting me know he cared—in spite of the hurt I am sure my words had caused. I still remembered the look on his face from the pain I had inflicted just a short hour ago. His caresses said that in the past, when he said I mattered, that he wanted me, that he loved me and wanted me for a friend, he genuinely meant it. There’s no other explanation for why he still wanted to have anything to do with me.
“Tessa,” he said, still massaging my feet, “you really don’t need to apologize… I get it. I know I don’t say what I mean, and when I do, it usually comes out all fucked up,” he paused, cracked his neck, and took a deep breath, “but I’ll try. What you said struck a chord. I get that my decision to go see Vi makes no sense. I get that.” His hands stopped their slow kneading of my feet, as his gaze fell on the window and the passing scenery beyond.
“Tess, it’s been really unfair of me to keep stringing you along until I made up my mind. You’re right about everything you called me out on…fuck, you’re probably even right that being with Vi is a dream that should’ve died years ago…” his voice dropped so soft I could barely hear him. I wondered if he was still talking to me or thinking out loud, “…but I have to know.”
“Noah,” I leaned forward and took his wrists in my hands, “I was a raging bitch this morning and I should’ve handled myself better, I suppose. It’s just that you made me so damn mad! I wish you could see what I can… but, anyways, sorry for being such a bitch—even if you deserved it.”
Okay, that was probably the worst apology I’ve ever, and I mean EVER given.
I tried again. “I know, thinking back on this morning and what I want from you and our relationship—if we’re going to have anything—that I should’ve given you the support and friendship you needed. If I’d behaved more like a true friend, it wouldn’t have mattered how hard this has been on me, I’d still would have supported you. Following your dreams, or anyone following theirs for that matter, is a hard thing to do, and I have given you nothing but grief. I called you selfish when in fact the only feelings I took into consideration were my own; I was being selfish too. So, on that count, I’m sorry.” I gave his hands, which were now holding mine, a squeeze. “Go do this. Go find Vi. Go meet Suri and take back your family. You, of all people, deserve happiness.”
“Why me of all people?” His eyes bored into my soul, questioning, “I went out Thursday night to the club hoping to get laid. I was hoping for a one night stand. Friday, the only reason I accepted Ari’s invitation was because I was hoping for a hook up, and then it turned out to be you. So, like the bullshit gentleman I am, I earned your trust and won you over in the hopes that last night we’d fuck. I selfishly thought it would help me forget, make me feel better.” He hung his head, “Tessa, nothing I did yesterday made me worthy of happiness. I was only thinking of myself.”
“All I was to you from the beginning was a conquest? A piece of ass?” I felt my friendly demeanor falter as my heart slammed into my chest.
“No!” I could hear angry frustration in his voice. “Listen, from the moment I spotted you I had to get to know you. You’ve always intrigued me, and the person you are way surpassed my memory—I mean my idea of who I thought you’d be.”
I looked at him, taking in what he said.
Did he mean memory of me, or did he accidentally say it when the word he was searching for was the idea of me? Who am I kidding? If he remembered me he would’ve said something by now… wouldn’t he?
He interrupted my inner monologue. “Tessa, the truth is, you’re beautiful, stunning actually. Like most assholes, I was looking to dip my dick—at least originally—it was just about someone to make me feel better.” He looked down, tracing circles on my feet. “I’m a guy and I don’t have the words to really… to express myself right.”
I gave him that, but he sure as hell had better try. I sat quietly.
He began again. “Okay, so, Tess it’s like this. You and I shared amazing chemistry on the dance floor, but you were too damn sweet to take advantage of, so I let you go. When I saw it was you Friday, I was only bummed out for a second, because I thought ‘Here’s a girl who’s already into me, and I like her, so let’s just see what happens.’ Jeezus, Tess! Friday at the Lagoon talking with you… it was one of the best fucking conversations I’ve ever had. It was awesome.”
He smiled, remembering it. “I was a good boy again, leaving you virtuous that night, which I might add was hard as fuck with nothing but those thin panties you were wearing between us. Those were sexy as hell, I might add.” His intense indigo eyes caught my green depths as he squeezed my feet. “Saturday redeemed itself once we ditched the mall and I got you back to the bus.” He winked at me and I swear he had little devil horns. His mischievous grin earned one from me.
“You see, in spite of my best efforts to find a body—I found a heart. I discovered you had so many qualities I’ve been looking to find… so many qualities you checked off my idealic list. It’s so unrealistic, I never thought I’d find someone, and yet, somewhere amidst all this mess, I found an amazing friend. Tessa, I connect to you like NO ONE I have ever met… And then you pulled that dare on me! Jeezus, I had resigned myself to keep you sweet, but fuck—your tight little ass on my lap, your tits under my chin, and your eyes. YOUR EYES when you saw my cock. Well, let’s just say that between the moist heat I felt radiating through my jeans and your eyes that screamed ‘Fuck Me’… That’s exactly what I went into the night hoping would happen. But for me, honestly? It’s never just been about that with you. I have every confidence that we’d have no problem in that department.” He winked lasciviously at me.
“And while I’m being so honest, you should know that the reason you feel like I‘m flip-flopping between you and Vi, well, it’s because I have been. Am. Hell… I don’t know anymore. What you said about letting her go after all of these years… it stung.”
Noah reached forward and placed his hands on either side of my hips. In one swift move, my ass landed between his thighs and my legs slipped up over his hips. We sat there staring in each other’s eyes; deep azure pools connecting with emerald green ones, the energy palpable between us.
The laughter and music drifting up the stairs didn’t faze us; the striking scenery flying by our window didn’t either. He kept his hands on my hips and I had mine hands slung over his shoulders, fingers entwined in his hair that flirted with his collar. It seemed at this moment like nothing could come between us. It truly felt like we were two parts of the same person… two parts that needed each other, but also two parts that threw us into discord.
I knew it was going to happen and was okay about it. When he pulled my hips sharply forward so my intimates pressed hotly against his, and his right thumb brushed over my lips, I felt no surprise. I rested my jaw and the side of my face in the palm of his hand and closed my eyes, while he adoringly caressed my lips with his thumb. I drew it into my mouth with my tongue and teased its tip with little nips and long languorous draws. The soft moan I elicited from
him heated me through. He glided his moistened digit over my pouting bottom lip. It wasn’t long before I felt a tension against my clit that hadn’t been there before.
Oh, sweet Jeezus, it always comes to this. What are we doing?
Noah easily covered the mere inches that spanned us and brought our souls into alignment when he placed his heated lips on my own. It was hot; don’t get me wrong, but also affable. It took the pace of two friends holding hands, taking an afternoon stroll in the park; pleasant, and oddly just what I needed. I now felt more relaxed and at one with myself. Admittedly, I was having an extremely hard time ignoring the substantial bulge in his pants that was pressing on my pussy, and the ache it was creating.
“You’d better move to the other side of the couch, beautiful, or I will not be responsible for what happens next.” Noah warned in a voice filled with the same heat I was feeling. I sat a few seconds longer and dropped one of my hands from his neck onto his thigh.
“Tessa. Please,” he said through clenched teeth, and I knew his restraint was waning.
What’s the worst that could happen? He could fuck me silly… Jeezus he’d ruin me for every other guy… again.
I regretfully acquiesced by moving back to my side, afraid that if I didn’t, we’d have THE most amazing sex of my life. Our souls would connect us on an even deeper level that we already were. I would surely be ruined after that.
As soon as I moved, Noah popped off the cushion like his ass was on fire. I watched him adjust himself, allowing his cock room to breathe by facing it up. The only problem with that was, when he adjusted his hard-on, so it stood vertically against his abdomen, the head popped out above the waist of his low-slung jeans. He caught me watching.
“I guess that’s not going to work, is it?” He laughed awkwardly.
I couldn’t knock the silly smirk off my face, “Nope, it sure won’t.” It was comical even if it sucked for him.
“I can think of a way you can help me get rid of it.” Noah looked at me, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I bet you can.” I laughed at his tempting invitation. Thankfully, he didn’t know how tempting it was.
“Tessa, what the fuck am I gonna do with this thing? Last time we made out—you know, last night? This little fucker didn’t go away until about six this morning.”
“No shit? That really sucks.”
“Yeah, understatement of the year.”
He walked over to me, his cock right in my face before he knelt down. “You know, we probably won’t get another opportunity like this, and the things that I would do to you and for you. You just have NO idea. NONE.” His voice sounded like liquid sex and I was a thirsty girl.
“Yeah, Noah. I do know; and don’t you DARE ask me again, because it is taking every breath in my body not to fucking rip your cock out of your jeans and milk it with my mouth right now. I can imagine how large you would feel in my tight pussy. I know the response my body has to you; I am fucking drenched right now and just this one time with you wouldn’t be enough. I fear I’d be devastated if you didn’t come back to me. So, it’s going to HAVE to wait. Wait until you pick me.”
“Take a look at this.” He drew the hem of his shirt, so I could see a bead of pre-cum dancing on the head of his cock before it slipped and rolled off, and a new bead appeared.
I closed my eyes, my mouth watered, and it was my turn to rub my palms over my face, trying to erase some of the sexual tension smothering me. When I opened my eyes, I nearly came right there. Noah had opened his fly and was working his fist slowly down the length of his incredibly handsome cock and back up to the head, over the top and rubbing the slick bead over its length again. My core instantly pulsed, and I felt a surge of juices flowing, as my pussy physically begged for Noah.
“Let. Me. See. You,” he commanded with a labored breath, and I readily obeyed. I turned to face him on the couch and slid my ass to the edge of the cushion. I undid the button and fly, and he made short work of pulling my jeans off for me. When he saw my tiny, lacy G-string, he nearly lost it, and at the moan it ripped from his lips, so did I. His eyes locked onto mine, and he took his hand off his cock, moved between my legs and pulled the sheer barrier aside. The look of pure awe that shone in his eyes made me want to fuck him even more.
“You’re so fucking sexy… your pussy… I had no idea you’d be bare.”
The compliment made me feel even more desirable, perhaps the most I’d ever felt. He brought his eyes back up to mine, questioning… never taking without asking. My eyes fucked his, giving him the answer he was seeking, and his mouth lowered into my sex.
My head shot back in pure elation as his tongue made the first few laps through my tight gash. His lips and mouth took special care over my sensual bud, humming and suckling until I writhed beneath him. My hands fisted his hair, and I begged far louder than I should’ve, considering we were on a bus with four other people downstairs.
Noah didn’t stop there. He inserted one, then two of his fingers into my mouth. I mouth fucked and blew them as if they were his cock, while watching him pump his steely rod.
Begrudgingly, he pulled them from my wanton lips and slid them both into my hungry cunt in such a way that his thumb could still tease circles around my clit. I was so fucking hot for him, all I wanted was him in me. I was so furious, so enraged he wasn’t there yet, and so goddamn hot at the same time, that I couldn’t think clearly. I wanted him in my mouth, in my cunt, fucking. I wanted so badly to taste him, feel him, that the void from not having him was unbearable.
I watched as his hand expertly worked me while his other worked himself. When my eyes found his, they weren’t focused on what he was doing, they were watching me. Watching me! His eyes bored into mine and sought my soul. I tried to look away but couldn’t tear my gaze from the intense connection we had. I couldn’t take it anymore, I just couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to either of us. I placed my hand on his, begging for it to still. Noah cocked his head and stopped his assault on my most intimate parts, but I wasn’t done.
“I want you.” My voice sounded small, shrill, and nearly incoherent. “Noah. I want you in me. Let me just feel you. Just once...” I repeated myself, so I could be sure he heard me, although from the sharp intake of breath he drew, he’d heard me the first time.
“Tessa, are you sure?” his voice rasped, raw from fighting to restrain himself. “I don’t have a condom, and you…” I placed my finger on his lips to silence him. He had removed his hand from his cock, which now bounced on its own, waiting for more attention. He gingerly removed the last barrier I still wore, and he stood and removed the articles of clothing he still had on. I’d never seen him completely naked. I drank him in like an alcoholic on my final binge. I stripped off my top so that I sat on the edge of the loveseat in only my steel-blue lace Dolce & Gabbana bra.
“You’re exquisite. Truly beautiful.” Noah walked back over to me and knelt between my bent legs. His hungry cock rested against my smooth and fully bared sex. He wrapped his arms around my waist and ribcage, fully imprisoning me in his embrace as he nuzzled into my neck. He held me.
God, start something, do something, get me going again before I change my mind!
Somehow, he heard my thoughts, and thus it began. His lips set my skin on fire with their riotous onslaught of suckling at my neck, collarbones and shoulders. He palmed my wet pussy, just holding it—but it drove me wild.
Before I could recover my senses, he launched his second assault. He unfastened my bra and his hot mouth caressed first one and then both lust-heavy breasts, while his right hand pumped himself before spreading me and coating his fingers with my juices. He spread me all over him, blending it with the pre-cum now weeping heavily from the head of his fully aroused and impressively hard erection. All I could do was bury my hand in his hair and grab onto his shoulder for dear life. I arched my back, pressing my tits into his sculpted chest, as his nipping and biting drove me even closer to the brink of no return.
“Let me taste yo
u. I have…” my voice shook, sensations and emotions threatening to overtake me. “Let me taste you. I have, HAVE… let me taste. You.” I begged. I know I wasn’t making any sense. Hell, I could barely keep my wits about me, so many sensations had taken over.
“Fuck. Yes,” he ground out.
That was all I needed. I slid off the couch on my knees and pushed Noah back onto the floor. I straddled his left leg as I drew his handsome member into my mouth like I had wanted to since I’d seen it last night. It was delightful; rigid and unyielding, chiseled and unrelenting. His cock tasted every bit as good as it looked. I was in heaven with him in my mouth and worked him from tip to root while I rode his thigh. Noah fisted my hair and watched me intently as I devoured him like I would a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day. I just. Couldn’t. Get. Enough.
“Stop,” he growled lustily. He pulled gently on my hair, arresting me from starting another wave of my attack—sucking and swirling. “Give me a minute.”
My eyes met his and I could see his restraint wavering. His forehead furrowed in concentration. He gently tugged my hair before releasing it, indicating he wanted me against his abdomen. I rose off of his thigh to lie in between his legs. Before I could settle in, he issued his next command.
“Straddle me, beautiful.”
I obeyed and straddled him so when I lay on him, his heavy cock aligned against my abdomen, incredibly hot and hard. My juices pooled at his root as my clit lay against his tight nut sack.
“Fuck, Noah. I want you in me. I want you. In me now. I need it.” I barely recognized my own voice, it was laced with so much desperation. His hand went to my chin and lifted it, so our eyes met once again. His usually clear blue eyes had turned obsidian black with passion and desire, barely recognizable but absolutely sexy. Our eyes never left each other as I felt him reach down to check my readiness. There was no doubting my voracious need, nor my complete desire for him—I was so fucking wet. He lifted me by the hips, and I reached down and positioned his cock at my entrance.
